"You're ruining my view. Move."
"Y/n!"
"Y/N!"
My body felt cold and yet it was so warm. I knew whose voice was calling my name, and it was so muffled that I could barely make them out.
"Y/N!"
"Y/n!"
Finally, the firm grip of two pairs of hands startled me and my eyes snapped open. Looking up, I could see it was my brother and Clementine— who was vigorously shaking me.
"Wake up!" she shouted right at my face that I could actually process what she was saying.
When she saw my responding eyes, she let out a sigh of relief before pressing her forehead against mine. But I didn't have time to think about that, not when the scene was filled with chaos and gunfire.
"Where's the baby?" I asked urgently, pulling away.
"He's here. I have him," Duck reassured, his arms crossed beneath the child to hold him.
I was relieved. Judging by where I was, I knew Clem and Duck pulled me behind a wall of stone for cover. Luke was across from us, separated by an empty space that didn't contain stone as a shield. He wasn't shooting the Russians like the other people, but rather holding his leg in pain.
"Is he shot?" I asked, which Clem nodded, pulling back to give me more space to breathe.
"He needed to protect Duck," she answered.
Before I could ask anymore, the chaos abruptly stopped and the only natural noises were the snow's heavy winds and gurgling. Fearing the worst, the three of us cautiously looked over the wall to see Christa Kenny finish the last Russian man with a bullet to the head— then our eyes landed on the person who helped them.
"Jane?!" we exclaimed before rushing to the duo.
"Jesus Christ... that was, uh... that was intense," Luke breathed out, visibly shaken as Mike assisted his leg.
Though I wasn't focused on him, but rather Jane's shocked expression while she stared blankly at the man she killed. It didn't take rocket science to tell it was her first human kill.
"Are you okay?" I asked, using my hands to rub against my arms in an up-and-down motion to fight off the freezing cold.
"I-I think so," Jane stammered. "I didn't know this man... I've never killed someone that didn't wrong me in some way, that didn't deserve it. Tried to pretend he was a walker... but... it's different."
"He deserved it," Clementine assured straightforwardly. "He was trying to kill us."
"Yeah," Jane agreed as she crossed her arms, a sign of uneasiness. "Thats why I did it, but... it felt wrong."
Sometimes I didn't have a problem. Maybe something was wrong with me. Maybe.
"Let's go." Duck nodded his head towards the rest of the group, who were all alive.
Jane sighed, debating whether to come back or leave. "Okay..."
When we returned to the scene, everyone in our group was luckily alive and okay for most part. We followed to surround Rebecca, whose head was hunched forever forward with her dull eyes wide open.
"She... turned," Luke mustered out in a grieving whisper. "Just like that."
"Y/n spotted it first," Bonnie lightened the mood. "...did what she had to do to protect the child."
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We'll Meet Again (Clementine x Fem!reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N, the niece of Kenny Rogers, is a very intelligent kid. She never explains how she knows mainly everything, only saying she's done "research." The outbreak occurs when she spends a week with her uncle and his family. They escape to a farm ca...
